It's unlike me to sacrifice a good night's sleep for something as seemingly unimportant as blogging. But I just have to type this memory out while it's still fresh in my mind.
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How would I describe today in one word? RANDOM. Random is the only way to describe it. Perfectly random. Random in the sense that today is an excellent example of why I fall in love with NYC over and over again.I'm not going to lie, today started on an awful note. I woke up at 5, like usual, ready for my routine and ready to go for my morning run. I made the mistake, though, of glancing over at the maintenance request form that is hanging up in the lobby of my building as I was walking out the door. Who would ever need maintenance done on a building as wonderful as the one I live in?! [note: sarcasm, if you couldn't tell by the italicized word 'ever'] Well, apparently this building, being as old as it is, is infested with...ready for it...cockroaches and mice.
COCKROACHES AND MICE.
COCKROACHES.AND.MICE.
I FEEL GROSS JUST TYPING THE WORDS OUT. PLEASE SOMEONE COME FIND ME AND SHOOT ME IN THE FACE RIGHT NOW.
Upon seeing that FOUR DIFFERENT ROOMS in the building had requested an exterminator for these creatures that don't deserve to exist on this planet, I headed out the door for my run with the absolute most disgusted look on my face. And there was no way for me to hide it. I couldn't help but notice that several people seemed to stare at me as I ran past them...when it comes to expressions like those, I tend to be an open book.
Anyways, I got back from my run and started crying. Yes, I'm a baby. But, NO, I have never had to deal with either of these nasty disgusting hideous things before in my life. Thank you suburbia. Welcome to the city, Naomi. And the thing is I haven't even seen either creature in my apartment [yet], but I wouldn't doubt that they're here, hiding in the cracks in the walls, watching my every move, waiting for me to go to bed so they can come out and make my apartment even more unsanitary than it already is. Yes, I'm bitter.
At 7am, what else could I do but e-mail my parents to complain? The e-mail went something like this:
Hi,
I just wanted to let you know, I HAVE to look into getting someone to clean the apartment (one time thing, I promise). When I was on my way out for my run this morning I happened to look at the maintenance sheet that's hanging up in the lobby of the building and 4 people have written on it for exterminators to come get rid of COCKROACHES AND MICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LITERALLY ALMOST THREW UP RIGHT THERE - THAT IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. IF I EVER SAW EITHER OF THOSE THINGS, I WOULD (1) START CRYING (already am), and (2) THROW UP (not helping the dirtiness issue in the apartment).
Not that I've seen any in my apartment (yet), but I would NOT be surprised if we have both of those disgusting creatures, seeing as my disgusting roommate leaves disgusting food out EVERY SINGLE DAY (again, this is NOT an exaggeration - I wish it was). I hardly see her, so I wrote a note and left it in the kitchen this morning, but I can't live like this. I feel so dirty. I'm sorry to complain, but I've never had to live in such a gross place before (or at least with such a gross person). The thing is, the apartment itself is decent, so I don't want to complain about that, but I can't stand this girl. She's a nice person but just SO unsanitary. I'm literally nauseous typing this. I'm sorry.
I'll look for the cheapest people I can find to clean, but it will make me feel a little better if I can get rid of some of the dirt around this place (I tried sweeping, the dust is literally CAKED onto the floor), ESPECIALLY the kitchen. I've already seen bugs in the kitchen, but if I see anything else, I'm not staying here anymore. I can't.
Again, I'm sorry to complain, and other than the cleanliness issue I'm still SO happy to be here, but I can't deal with someone this gross.
I'll talk to you later. Hope you have a good day.
xo
Naomi
Reading that over again, I'm almost embarrassed at how much I sound like a brat, but seriously. Just...no. Absolutely not happening for me. And you can't blame me, right? I mean, it was 7am, and the first thing I see is that there are cockroaches and mice in my building. Not the best way to start my day. You have to understand, and if you know me, then you do.
To top it off, I was so distracted by the disgustingness of the situation, that I was not at all pleased with my outfit. This in itself had potential to ruin my day (#fashiongirlproblems). I had taken time to write the e-mail to my parents and dwell on how grossed out I was, that I didn't put enough thought (or so I assumed) into what I was wearing. So I didn't take a picture.
In retrospect, I really wish I did.
I got to the office and was complimented on my shirt by a few of the girls that work there: a cutoff, fringed gray shirt with a deep crochet-over-cutout V-neckline [I'll post a picture tomorrow - keep reading for the reason why]. I paired this shirt with a skin-tight red and black floral skirt, black tights, and my Steve Madden army boots. It was a decent outfit for not putting much time into it, but I wasn't thrilled by any means.
But compliments always make me happy, so the day was already off to a better start. I did some work down in my usual office space, and then was called up to the design conference room, where I've been for the last two days, helping Nicole Miller herself (and the main people of the design team) prepare for our New York Fashion Week show on that will be held on Friday at 6pm [shameless self-promoting...WATCH IT]. Joe Zee (fashion editor of Elle Magazine) was also there today and yesterday helping us finalize looks.
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"Oh my god, Naomi, you're so styled today" - Nicole. Yes, that is a real quote. And yes, I almost died a peaceful death right then and there. My day was made right after the words came out of her mouth. Apparently Nicole liked my shirt...and wanted to try it on for a look for one of the models! Before I left, I literally took the shirt off my back (it's ok, I had a cami on under), gave it to Nicole so she could take it overnight and put a similar shirt together for the show, walked out with one of the extra NM shirts in the room, and commenced my search for a friendly yellow car to take me home.
After 20 minutes of walking around the block unsuccessfully hailing for cabs, my prayers (if I believed in that) were answered...tenfold...
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| Yes, [I think] this is real life |
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| Flashin' lights and bumpin' music |
So, this little baby pulled up. The driver rolled down his window and beckoned me over. He claimed he could take me, but I wasn't about to dish out the $100+ that I assumed it would cost. But no. Mr creepy-potentially-hitting-on-me-old-limo-driver gave me quite the deal: the same price it would cost me to take a taxi. Forget creepy, hell YES I would take that deal. Although at one point I thought he might kidnap me (this was after he had asked for my number, I assured him I'd call him since he had given me his card and all...oh and discounts on 10+ people for an hour or two!).
I pulled up to my local grocery store to pick up my dinner looking like a celeb and amazed and happy beyond belief. After assuring him that it was unnecessary for him to take a picture of me in the stretch since I had already taken plenty on my phone, I thanked him profusely and walked away. How crazy random.
So there you have it. Maybe one day, minor daily details like these won't matter. They'll be insignificant.
Oh New York City, how I adore you.
xo
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